…of the fair.
It’s that weekend – the weekend o f the Fete Patronale of the village. This means that the “fun”fair sets up literally right outside our house, with music thud-thud-thudding from 3.00 in the afternoon, until 11.30 (or later) with no let up. With the windows & shutters closed it is just about bearable, until we want to go to bed. Then it is less so.I ‘m afraid I was delighted to see that rain had been forecast, but it didn’t appear.
On Saturday morning we did the cleaning – as always! Mr FD did the washing/hoovering of floors with the Beast, while I did lighter cleaning duties, such as mopping up the hairball sick remains, and sorting the washing.
I also had to go into the bank (again: I’d spent an hour there on Friday) – for some weird reason, while I can use my debit card with no problem in shops, and bank machines, it has recently stopped working when I try to buy on t’internet. I’ve tried to buy books for my Kindle, and some other things, but they have all been refused. The manager tried all kinds of things, and finally thought it had been sorted. But when I tried to buy a lovely pair of amber ear-rings (only to see if the card now worked, you understand!) on Etsy (just in case the problem was just on Amazon) it failed to go through. Boo! Hiss! I went in to tell her, and she decided the best thing would be to get a new bank card delivered, and to cancel the old one. So that’s what is happening. But it’s been a bit frustrating (although it’s a good excuse to have not bought Mr FD a birthday present!!)
In the afternoon, I decided to get back to my Celtic patterns. I’d not done any for a while, due to holidays, and getting ready for a Medieval fair I did, so it was good to get back to it. I don’t know if I’ve shown you this before
This is the first in the “Animals & Beasts” section, and it uses a lot of the skills practised in the other patterns worked on previously. I did this at the beginning of July. I’m not very pleased with the colouring, but happy with the rest of it. This one (below) was the one I did on Saturday:
Very happy with this one. I also started working on another (which was finished later), which I am also pleased with. There are bits of it which I could have done more carefully, but still, in general, I’m satisfied. They were easier to draw than I expected!
By now the music had started, so we decamped to the house of a friend. She lives in the UK and the house is probably going to be put up for sale, as she and her family rarely come. It is kept clean by a local lady, and Mr FD is an unofficial caretaker, so has the keys, and we’ve been told we can use it whenever we need to. It’s only a kilometre out of the village, but there’s a hill between it and the village,so the noise is minimal!
So we went down for a couple of hours, to read, draw, have a zizz…until 7.00 when we popped back to the house to feed the cats, and ourselves. We had a pizza and salad, then closed up the house against the fireworks (the cats, in general, are not bothered by them) and headed back to the other house. Here we watched a couple of episodes of “House” which Mr FD had downloaded, and then went to bed. We could hear the fireworks, but that was all.
I didn’t sleep too well, having the most peculiar dreams. You know that dream when you have an exam, and you’ve not revised for it? Well, my version is that I’m in a play, and I haven’t learned my lines – or I’ve forgotten them all. On Saturday night, I could not only not remember my lines, I couldn’t find them in the book of the play – I couldn’t remember what scene it was, I was frantically flicking through the book (“As You Like It” ) trying to find my part and it wasn’t there! I called on Joc Rose (a real person who was also in the theatre group I was part of in the UK) to help me, and she couldn’t find it either. It was a classic anxiety dream. I woke up, thinking I’m glad that’s over. I popped to the loo, went back to sleep, and guess what?! I was backstage, still not remembering my lines. Horrid.
Apparently anxiety dreams like this mean you forgot to do something important in your real life OR A transition period awaits you; the fear and uncertainty of the future are making you have such dreams OR Difficulty coping up with life challenges is giving you anxiety and lower self-confidence.
So it’s either that I haven’t done my ironing (but I haven’t forgotten it. Just not done it!!) OR I’m worried about going on holiday (the only transition I can think of) OR it’s my low level, just-another-gift-from-cancer anxiety kicking in. I suspect the last, but maybe I am just worried about my ironing!